SUPERSTITIONS
I superstify and idolize your me
You're radiant and idyllic in nines
You've got reverberating features of cameo
Your mystic softness recalls back to eternity
Your touch is the mystery of midas touch
That golden glare of look
Perverse and revert my anti glares
With the close of eyes I flare
On your illusionist superstitions
You're am mystery unveiled
@breell
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